The glory of battling dragons
Is not mine,
Neither the freedom of soaring eagles
Nor the peace of the solitary contemplative.
My single task ...
Which I retrieve
From the infernal swamp
May the skull of Death be my companion in wonder
As I seek the culmination of luminosity ...
Hail, Our Lady of Invisible Darkness,
Have Mercy on me ...
In the barren landscape, our Scorp is alert